First off, can you believe I blogged about The Senator tree and the damn thing went and burned down a week later? HOW CRAZY!
Anyway, last night Hubs and I were celebrating a friend's birthday at a local bar, Redlight Redlight. The bar is super cool and it has been around a while, however this was my first time I had ever been there. Hubs likes to have "work meetings" there. They have an extensive amount of craft beers on their menu. So translate for this story craft beers to HIGH OCTANE, get you really drunk beers.
Anyway, I had to use the bathroom before we left. The bathroom in this place is small, with one stall. When I walked in the stall door was open so I assumed it was open and I could use it. Nope, drunk girl sitting on the toilet. Then her friend realizes it and jumps up to pull the stall door closed. So then a friend of these two girls walks in and sits down and starts talking to these ladies. The girl who is holding the door starts talking about doing hits...really I am not sure what type of hits they were doing, but they were. Anyway that girl then goes into the bathroom and asks me to hold the door. The girl who I originally walked in on stumbles out the door. This poor girl has really horrible fake lashes on, and I could tell because she could barely keep her eyes open.
I am standing there minding my own business holding the door and the last girl to enter the bathroom looks at me and goes, you are married. I told her yes, and then I could have bet the next question..."How old are you?" I do the fake little laugh and say yes I look a lot younger than I am, but told her, and she was like WOW, no way. I nodded. This is where the conversation goes DEEP.
So she could have just left the conversation there, but she continued with, "Are you happy?" Now I am bad about outward facial expressions, so I wish I could have seen my face. I am thinking, really...you just asked me and I happy? That was a very one, bold question and two very forward question for a bar. Anyway so I told her yes, I am very happy with my husband and wouldn't be married if I wasn't. She asked me how long we had been together and I told her. Then she went into how she has been with someone a long time off and on. She told me that seeing the ring on my finger that I was married gives her hope that loves and happiness exists.
Wow girl, I just needed to pee.
It was a very odd encounter to say the least. She continued about her predicament and I continued to smile and nod, but then it was my turn to use the bathroom. Once I went in the stall she continued to yell, "Thanks for talking to me about this, I really just am happy that love is still out there."
But remember how we were holding the stall door? Yea, there was a working lock on the door the whole time. I utilized it.
Oh man the things that happy in bars, by the way, Don't Drink and Drive.
How would you have handled this conversation?
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